Pretty in Pink!

As I was running errands today I spied with my little eye a pink Buick in the Bedfod Town Park parking lot. I did a fast turn in to get a closer look. Why?

You see, my grandmother had this exact car when I was a kid. I remember the car being a tank, the doors heavy, the whole car solid as a Brinks truck.

I didn’t see any person nearby who might have been the owner and since it was close to 90 outside, I wasn’t too excited about hanging around to wait for the owner. It was in decent shape, some rust, but overall darn good for her age.

It’s funny what you remember as a kid. I spent lots of time with my grandmother in the summer and we’d run all kinds of errands in her car. She was all of 5′ tall so she was truly the invisible driver behind such a big steering wheel.

My sister and I always sat up front with Gram, way before seat belts, so to make sure we were safe, when my grandmother stopped, she put her right hand out over us, to protect us. I was 100% sure my grandmother’s arm protected us from all bodily hard. The tank of a car for sure did.

I’ve often thought of buying a car identical to this, a weekend toddle ’round the town car but it might mean having to build a bigger garage….not gonna happen. I’ll live vicariously though this man’s car and hope I run into him one day to ask him why he chose this ’56 Special.

6 thoughts on “Pretty in Pink!

  1. Speaking of cars triggering childhood memories, when I was growing up in Stamford in the 50s my mother’s car’s license was CT SK92 – she kept the same license until she stopped driving in the early 70s. She is long gone, so when I recently spotted a car in front of me in a drive-in deposit line at the local bank branch with the same license plate number I had to get out and converse with the driver to find out how the nice young woman behind the wheel had come by it. (Old license tags are retired once the original owner (or family descendants thereof) has moved on.) Sure enough, the license tag had been on her grandmother’s car so it was passed along. We were both rather amazed to think that some things survive the dump heap! Oldtimer

    1. What a great story. Just think of the odds that you would see the plate. It was meant to be. ❤️

      In Delaware, the vintage black and white license plates are more valuable than one’s real estate holdings, especially the single and double digit ones. They are handed down generation to generation like trust funds.

  2. Reminds me of the giganto Cadillac my mother drove us kids around in during the seventies.
    No recollection of the model, but it was forest green, and if it had seat belts they were deeply jammed down behind the seats. Certainly never used.
    Parking that thing was like docking the Queen Mary. My mom was a great driver!

        1. That’s shocking. I didn’t expect to see that result.

          My dad had a 1964 Corvette that was made of fiberglass. He dinged it once and the whole thing crumbled like feta. The same Corvette I took out on a joy ride when my folks were out if town. Went all the way to Lancaster PA to visit a friend. Man alive, I was sure I’d get caught or arrested or in an accident. I went to church the next day and thanked the dear Lord for keeping me safe despite my stupidity.

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